3 in a row

On a roll of tissue papers
i wrote this
as i am about to sleep.
i remembered my
first encounters and
the functions of this
delicate piece--
a guy's most handy
companion after a filthy
of a job or a
girl's most reliable
pal after some cute
yet arrogant lad
leaves her off for
another

Like this tissue
it's a moment passing
no turning backs
just use and throw
just use and throw
until the roll is emptied
it'll always be fleeting
after a fatal blow,
off it goes to the bin
down with the memories
and all those
encounters.


----

thin ants
cascading
up & down
my wall

i recall
how elders
remind kids
to be
like ants,
saving for the
rainy days

now, it's
pouring hard
outside

i recall
the story of the
ants cascading
up and down
my walls

reminding me
how i failed
to save for the
rainy days

now
i am
broke.


---

this candle
now close
to "melting
down"

reminds me
of its use
to light the dark
night
when electricity
was far off from
man's ingenuity
or every time
it's blackout

while some
public school
geeks use it as
substitute for
floorwax

or some business
minded's packing
technique

while tonight
in my room
it witnesses
my dancing,
prancing

and filters
this wild scent.